The night is getting deeper.

Without the noise of the festival and the sound of firecrackers, everything returned to the normal tranquility of the night. The snowflakes were still falling silently, and there was already a thick layer of snow on the ground.

The Mo family's villa was particularly quiet at the moment, and Li Qin and the two servants in the family fell asleep. Only the master bedroom on the second floor is still lit.

He Xiyan was busy in the room alone, she took out a dark blue high-end tencel four-piece set from the wardrobe, and replaced the sheets and quilt covers that had been covered for ten days.

His husband Mo Yixuan has a serious cleanliness habit, he hates to see anything that is not clean and untidy, even a hair on the ground he will hate, and he looks disgusting. So her bedroom is cleaned by herself every day.

After laying out the sheets, she went to the bathroom and found a rag, and wiped the bedside cabinet and the coffee table next to the sofa clean, spotless. After wiping, she carefully checked the floor of the room, including the bathroom, and picked up the few hairs she had fallen.

The door to the room was pushed open.

The man who came in was dressed in a well-fitting black suit, with long legs and straight legs, and a figure comparable to that of a male model in the fashion industry; And his face is also very delicate, deep as the night black eyes, high nose bridge, thin lips lightly pursed, elegant but as cold as snowflakes falling outside.

"Ahem......"

He put his hand to his lips and coughed twice, a small sound, but it reached the woman's ears anyway.

He Xiyan turned around, looked up and met the man's windless and snowless black eyes.

"Yixuan......" she shouted sweetly, and the corners of her mouth immediately bloomed with a smile. Reaching out, she habitually faded the black blazer on the man's body, and also patted the gray layer that might have fallen on it by the way.

"It's cold outside." She shook the man's hand, which was colder than her own.

"Wait, I'll help you put the water, soak in a hot shower and it won't be cold." She said with concern, turning in the direction of the bathroom. But as soon as she took a step, her hand was grabbed.

The man's hands were much larger than hers, the big hands holding the small hands, and a familiar warmth was transmitted at the fingertips.

"I'm hungry, Yan Yan ......" The man suddenly spoke, his voice low and distant, and a cold face finally had a little expression.

"Okay, I'll get you a bowl of noodles to eat, you wait."

He Xiyan walked to the bedside and picked up the remote control of the air conditioner to raise the temperature in the room by two degrees, turned around and quickly ran to the kitchen on the first floor.

There was a sudden silence in the bedroom, and the man's eyes narrowed gloomily, and when he opened them again, there was an imperceptible sense of anxiety. He glanced at the room, which was so clean and spotless, not a single hair was left, just as it had been three years ago.

Turning his gaze again, he saw a piece of clothing on the sofa with a tag still hanging on it, a large trench coat, just right for the clothes he was wearing now. Slender fingers picked up the garment, which he unfolded and draped over himself.

Soon his body warmed up a lot.

A familiar message announcement sounded, and the silence in the room was broken.

The man pulled his phone out of his pocket, his dark eyes scanning the messages on the screen.

As if irritated again, he turned off the screen directly. But the voice came again, one after another, and five or six messages were sent in succession.

Taking out his phone again, he pursed his lips and quickly typed a few words on it with his fingers and sent it. Then I turned off the phone and threw it on the sofa.

As soon as He Xiyan came in, he saw his husband holding his mobile phone anxiously, as if he was replying to someone's message.

She opened her mouth, and her face turned a little pale.

How many times has this been? Why is it that every time he comes back lately, someone is going to message him?